Khyber Pass Castration

Odd technique and unpredicted result combine, for an adventurous man who seeks out the unusual, high in the mountains of the Khyber Pass.

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                     Khyber Pass Castration


I had wanted a primitive scene, and I had certainly found one.  I
had found myself in the Khyber Pass surrounded by the splendor
of the Safed Koh mountain range.  I had been traveling the world,
searching for a memorable scene in which I could be
circumcised and castrated. It was something which I had always
wanted, and as I had gotten older, with my time remaining on this
earth growing shorter, it seemed increasingly reasonable.  I saw
no downside to it.  Hormone injections would give me a sex drive
if I wanted one, and children were something I definitely had
never wanted.  I had always thought of myself as different from
most men, and being a eunuch would make me even more
different.  I liked that idea.  I had wanted an unusual, authentic
scene for the same reason, so there in the pass, on a sunny
mountainside I stood. 

The slender, skinny really, Pathan smiling at me did not speak
English, nor did my "interpreter", such as he was,  much speak it
either.  The thin, tanned, gray-bearded man standing before me
wore only a white cloth wrapped about his middle, and another
wrapped around his head as a turban.  He seemed to emanate a
great calm.  His bearded face was strikingly handsome, and he
seemed to have the wisdom of the ages behind his blue-gray,
smiling eyes.

After I had stripped naked, he was looking at my crotch, and
indicated I should lie down on the packed dirt ground.  I laid
down, and he parted my legs, drew my knees apart, and placed
the soles of my feet together with my bent knees on the ground. 
It felt oddly comfortable, being open like that.  He took a stake,
and a mallet, and pounded the stake into the ground, right
between my feet as I watched.  He produced a length of twine,
and tied my big toes loosely together, then tied them to the stake. 
He then seemed to be doing an examination of my penis with his
hands, which I found to be extremely arousing.  When he began
to examine my testicles, I had a full erection.  

I had indicated to him previously what I wanted by pinching my
sack to show I wanted the cords crushed, and drawing a
fingernail around the end of my penis to indicate that I wanted my
foreskin removed.  At this point I was given two different pills,
presumably painkillers.  The "examination" then continued, and
my erection was almost ready to come.  He inserted his long, thin
finger into my anus.  I felt him massaging my prostate.  I closed
my eyes, and had the best orgasm of my life.  I felt quite delirious
at that point.  I don't know if it was the orgasm, the altitude, the
painkillers, or just the scene itself, but I felt great.  

He was smiling a handsome smile as he came over to me, with a
sort of anvil that was actually a short length of railroad track, and
set it on the hard ground between my legs.  He squatted within
my opened legs, and placed the rust-brown, but smooth anvil
under my scrotum.  It felt warm from its sitting in the sun, and I
could feel the warmth rising into my scrotum, and relaxing my
sack.  He laid my penis on my belly so it would be out of the way,
and spread out my loose scrotum on the anvil.  I could feel him
pulling my testicles, then pressing down on the two cords inside
the sack with his thumbs as he located them. Two of his
assistants held my shoulders gently, but I was able to raise my
head, and watch.  He squatted between my legs as he took a
punch with a flat end, and placed it on the cord.  He picked up a
hammer, raised it above his head, and brought it down to strike
the punch. My whole body jerked from the sudden, and agonizing
pain, and I believe I continued to tremble, but the assistants
restrained me.  I didn't feel him place the blunt-faced chisel on
the other cord, but I surely felt the second hammer blow.  I
jumped again, and the pain was much worse, although I would
say that it was not twice as bad, but about half again as bad. 
Nature objects to a man destroying his sex, and makes her
objections known, quite plainly.

Afterward, I calmed down, caught my breath, and was able to
relax.  I watched as he used a cloth in his hand to take what
looked like a short, thin, stainless steel rod from the fire.  I
thought he was going to burn me with it, but he held it until it was
cool.  As he smeared something onto it, I could see it was really
a tube.  He took my penis, and held it with one hand while he
inserted the tube with the other. It went in easily since it wasn't
that big around, but it felt strange since I had never had anything
go in there, in that direction, before.  I didn't know what it was for,
but he seemed to be good at what he was doing, and I was
definitely feeling the pills. 

He took a small curved knife, and I watched calmly as he
approached with it.  I thought it was going to be a routine
circumcision, and I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched him
circle my glans, cutting through to the tube, and freeing the glans
entirely.  There was a lot of pain to say the least, despite the pills. 
I remember seeing him go to the fire, and pick up a piece of
metal from it with some pliers.  I found out later that it was a two-
inch long piece of .30 caliber, rifle barrel, about an inch in
diameter.  He put the red hot piece of gun barrel on the tube, and
slid it against the severed end of my penis.  Hell of a way to
cauterize a fellow.   At that point my body said "goodnight", and
passed out from the pain. 

I woke up in the tent nearby, and was extremely well cared for. 
They were very attentive, and hospitable.  The tube was left in so
I could urinate.  It was strange to see my urine coming out the
end of a little, stainless steel tube. Strange as that was, my
headless penis was even stranger.  Everyday in my life I had
seen its head, and there it was --  headless, and flat-ended.  I
was still in shock about the "circumcision", and didn't want to
even try to explain to them that it was literally more than I had
bargained for.  It wasn't a department store; I couldn't ask them
to "take it back".

A couple days later, the slender, old fellow came over to me
smiling.  He unwrapped his white cloth from around his middle. 
Aside from gray pubic hair, he had nothing there; it was all
completely gone.  I smiled at him, he smiled at me, and he
wrapped himself up.
. 
It was an experience I will never forget, since I'm planning to
keep the souvenirs.